I got attacked by a banshee on my way home.
She had long dark hair, beggar looking clothes and a screech that makes you want to punch her in reflex. It's so shrill.
She ran pass me, turned around and shrilled at the top of her voice or at least at the peak of my audio capability. And then she took off.
My reflexes were to tense my body and raise my arms to choke her. My brain told me those are the "latest" teenager clothes. I mean, come on, how short can your shorts be, before they are considered as denim underwear? And do they HAVE to be torn? She looks like she've been dragged across fields as part of some medieval punishments!
As I recovered from that adrenaline rush, I realized...
I almost attacked a female teenager.
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